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@quietwingsinthesky damn you and your baking propaganda
#so fact about me#i hated peanuts#strong taste to an autistic#and knew a kid when i was 5 who died of a peanut allergy#but last year#i decided i’d learn to like them#to expand my food palate#culinary choices#they’re good protein and energy source#the texture of peanut butter would clearly be great#so i bought one that people thought was a good one#(pip & nut sweet and salty smooth)#and started forcing myself#to eat a bit of peanut butter every day after working out#(brain hack: cus endorphins + body would love the energy spike)#and after a few months#i’d enjoy my pb&j#and now if i go a day without peanut butter i get cravings#so peanut butter chocolate chip cookies it is
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Eel Jade… yep thank you for feeding my brain more thought, now I want to try eel….
hsbsjjsns ANON,, you’re welcome??? 😭😭😭🫶
now you’re making me want to try it too,,, i haven’t really had eel before i wonder what it tastes like (<- final last words before jade-)
#[—✦ chatting#i need to expand my seafood palate#SHUT UP#WHY DOES EVERYTHING SOUND LIKE A DOUBLE ENTENDRE HELP ME#I JUST WANT FOOD
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Just remembered a random memory from when I was a little kid. I think I was at a friend's birthday party(?) and we were eating a big dinner there but I was (and still am) a picky eater so I really only liked those little smily potato thingies. And I remember talking to one of the adults there (the one who was cooking the food I think) and I was apologizing for not liking the food there, and she just smiled and said "sweetheart if all you want to eat are the potatoes then go right ahead, don't worry about it" and it made me soooo happy and safe cuz I think that was the first time an adult didn't give me shit for being a picky eater
#thinking out loud#like listen... I really do wish I wasn't a picky eater. it would make life SO much easier in many ways#but I really just can't stomach a lot of foods#whether it's a texture thing or the taste just isn't it (maybe I have sensitive tastebuds? is that a thing??)#anyway I've at least expanded my palate quite a lot since I was a kid#so that's something!
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I’m working on being able to eat butter chicken, and the plan was get used to chicken with some of the spices, then move to adding in the marinade, and then finally to the sauce, and I definitely figured this was something that was going to take me a long time because there’s a lot of spices and new flavors in there that I’m not used to
but I got a bit confident when putting the first step together and added in cumin, turmeric, chili powder, and garam masala, and it was GREAT. no overwhelm, no hesitation, we can just head right to the marinade!
#food talk#is going to be the tag when I talk about the work I’m doing to expand my taste range and flavor palate#I’m so proud of this#when I was mixing the spices I fully assumed I was pushing myself too far#and was going to have to scale back to one or two spices next time#but NOPE it was delicious
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Yes, cooking generates a whole bunch of dishes that you will have to do later, and yes, spending an hour in the kitchen can be considered torture, and yes, ingredients only get more expensive, but with just some time, patience, and love, you too can make something that just completely fucking sucks.
#chit chat#I've decided that from now on im not expanding my palate#im sticking with the 20 recipes i know and that's all i will be eating for the rest of my life#fuck this#food mention
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Chana masala (chickpea, onion, garlic, tomato, custom curry spice blend, rice)
This is the last of it, I have devoured all of it lol
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my friends time and again as i tell them there are fruits I've never tried
#personal#thanks dan#i feel like a child who grew up on chicken nuggets despite that very much not being the case#but the fact that i had a refine and expanded palate compared to my peers uh. thats worrisome actually.#guy who realizes he grew up in an impoverished city for the first time#my dad would lie on the school sheet asking about his income so i was eligible for free school meals.#its very funny looking back on your past and being like huh. well that explains the weird relationship with food.#like my mom made sure to feed me a bunch of weird adult shit when i was a kid and teach me table manners#but i didn't really live with her after i turned 5. so my diet then consisted of my grandma's cooking and frozen meals#sorry now im getting really mad at my dad again being confronted with a doctor telling him i needed to eat more fiber and him just like.#passing that info onto me as if i was the one grocery shopping or choosing what i ate as a kid.#its not like I have a terrible diet either btw. its just limited btwn what i can physically prepare and what i can sensorily eat.
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My 30-something wisdom is that your palate is constantly changing so don't assume because you hated a food 10 or 20 years ago you still will. Most radically, your taste as a little kid is not indicative of what it will be as an adult-- I've known too many adults who still refuse to eat anything but chicken strips and ketchup because they're still basing their taste on what they experienced at 8 years old and so have cut themselves off from the entire world of adult taste. In my case, my taste for savory foods, especially vegetable dishes, "bitter" foods, and more complex flavor combinations has really expanded. I didn't like mushrooms as a child or for most of my 20s, but around 28 suddenly they worked for me. I started enjoying dark chocolate around 25, especially paired with fruit flavors. I've never been hugely fond of eggplant but discovered that in a sauce or roasted in butter and oil its delicious. I've always enjoyed fish but in the last 15 years I've discovered a passion for it, salmon especially. I've learned to recognize the tastes of herbs and love putting them into everything I can (currently I'm most enthusiastic about dill.) I'm also suddenly crazy about all kinds of sandwiches. And I'm still trying olives every couple years in case suddenly they start working for me, though sadly no luck on that front yet. So basically, expect that your taste is going to change in adulthood and expect that it will keep changing. And you can also work to develop your palate by exposing yourself to new flavors and combinations and cuisines, opening you up to even more foods you might never have liked before. So keep trying new and old foods, because you never know when you might suddenly start liking something new or discover a new way it can be prepared or a new texture it can come in. Don't wind up imprisoned in a world of chicken strips just because you haven't tried anything else since 3rd grade, you deserve better.
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The Younger Kind Part 23 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: As the trial date creeps closer, Bradley is having a harder time keeping himself from panicking. After you learn some interesting things about Bradley from an unlikely source, you do a little bit of digging.
Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, and age gap (18+)
Length: 3800 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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You slept in until ten. You were sore. The good kind. The kind where you couldn't stop smiling. As you sat up in Bradley's bed and stretched, your eyes caught on your purple crown. There was a piece of paper hanging from it now. You reached for it and read the note he had left for you.
Princess,
I left my computer and the charger in the kitchen. I also plugged your phone in before I left. There are Skittles in the kitchen cabinet. Please text me when you get up. Noah asked if you're staying for dinner. Please stay for dinner.
I love you.
My computer password is password1234
You snorted and rolled your eyes. "Of course it is," you muttered, climbing out of bed and searching for something to wear. You made yourself some coffee with the vanilla creamer, and you spent the day filling out four job applications, eating Skittles, and attending a zoom lecture. You had done basically nothing strenuous, but by the time Bradley and Noah got back, you were yawning as you ran to see them.
"Hello, boys," you said, kneeling to hug Noah.
"Let's color dinosaurs," he told you, and you laughed as he led you to the table.
"Don't I get a kiss or anything?" Bradley asked, unbuttoning his uniform shirt.
You looked at him and said, "You keep that on and I'll kiss you somewhere special later."
His hand paused on the buttons before doing them back up again. "Does that mean... you'd like me to have the uniform on later? Like after bedtime?"
You licked your lips and looked up at him, going for the most innocent look you could manage. "Please?"
Bradley grunted and kissed you a little rough. You tasted his tongue before pulling away from him. "I have dinosaurs to color," you informed him, dropping down onto the seat next to Noah. "And dinner is in the oven. I hope you like lasagna."
"You already know I'll eat anything you make," Bradley said, kissing you on the top of your head.
Noah tried to pronounce lasagna until you were barely holding in your laughter. "What's that?" he asked, handing you a pink crayon.
"It's kind of like spaghetti," you promised, coloring in a tyrannosaurus rex. "I already know you like spaghetti, so I'm just trying to expand your palate."
"Okay," he said with a shrug. "Can I have ants on logs?"
You knew he was going to ask, so you had already made them. When you took the container out of the refrigerator, Noah and Bradley had them polished off in a matter of minutes. "Your weekly grocery bill is probably more than mine is for the month."
"I don't doubt it, Princess," Bradley said, biting into the last carrot stick, still in that sinfully hot uniform. "Let's eat dinner, and then I'll clean up while you and Noah play."
"And then you'll take me home?" you asked cautiously looking up at him where he stood.
"Do you want me to?"
You didn't answer him. You just turned back toward the coloring book while he pulled dinner out of the oven. Did you want to leave? And go back to your tiny, lonely rental? No. You were still wearing Bradley's clothes, and you kind of wanted some more of your own stuff, but you didn't want to leave. Not really. You said nothing, and he didn't ask again.
He did everything else to get dinner on the table. He plated the food, got drinks, and set the table. Then after everyone including Noah enjoyed the meal, he cleaned up. "You don't want help?" you asked, scooping Noah up in your arms. "Then we're going to watch some Mickey Mouse while we play with blocks."
"Sounds good," he said, putting some foil on the leftover. "Love you," he added casually as you took Noah into the other room. No, you did not want to leave.
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Bradley was still wearing his uniform. He'd tried to change out of the shirt twice now, but both times you had stopped him. Noah was looking a little sleepy, and Bradley didn't know what you wanted to do. He wanted you to stay over again. He wanted you to stay over until he got through the court appearance on Wednesday and hopefully returned home with Noah, free and clear of Meredith. But honestly, he wanted you with him longer than that.
"Princess?" he asked softly, and you stood up from the pile of blocks that Noah was working on.
"Yes, Daddy?" you asked, standing right in front of him and smirking. If he was alone with you right now, that smirk would be gone in an instant.
"I need an answer, Baby. You want me to drive you home before I put Noah in bed for the night?"
Your hands found his waist as you gazed up at him. "I want to stay here, but I don't want to distract you leading up to Wednesday."
"Stay," he sighed. "Stay. We can swing by your place and pick up some of your things and then come right back here, okay? Stay."
So that's exactly what the three of you did. Bradley stayed in the Bronco with Noah while you ran inside your place for a couple minutes, and you came out with your usual tote bag plus a backpack.
"You don't mind if I keep using your computer, right?" you asked before you climbed back in the front seat.
"You can use anything at my place."
The smile you gave him in response had him thinking about asking you things he had no business asking you yet. He closed his eyes briefly before putting the Bronco in reverse and heading back to his house. When you reached for his hand in the dying light, he held yours. And when you asked to turn on the playlist you made for Noah, he fell even more in love with you.
Noah was half asleep by the time Bradley carried him inside, and when he reemerged from his son's room, you had changed into your own clothes. Bradley kind of missed his oversized shirts on you.
"I have a fun idea, Daddy," you said, and he was practically salivating in response. "I'm going to teach you how to cook."
His brow furrowed and he gave you a look. "That doesn't sound fun at all."
Your laughter in response had him agreeing with you anyway, and you were immediately coaxing him into the kitchen. "We can use up all of your food, and tomorrow I can go grocery shopping for you if you want. I could drop you and Noah off in the morning and then use your car."
"Baby, it's not a car.... it's a Bronco. And you can use it if you promise to be very, very careful with her. You can't park next to the cart return. Actually, you can't really park by anything. No trees, no shrubs, no other cars. Nothing."
You were trying not to laugh, he could tell. "Sure, Daddy. No problem. Now let's start cooking."
He kissed you softly. "You gonna let me change out of my uniform yet?"
"Don't ask me stupid questions. Of course not. You look hot. Now go ahead and grab all of the ingredients for this recipe," you told him, handing him your phone. He sighed and skimmed a recipe for chicken stir fry.
"Princess, there's no way I'm going to be able to make this," he murmured.
"That's an order, Lieutenant Bradshaw!" you snapped, and Bradley was instantly looking at you. "Or I'll make you do fifty push ups!"
"That's nothing, Baby. I'll do a hundred for you," he said with a smirk, but what he got in response was a slap on his ass.
"Get to work," you told him, hopping up on the counter with a bag of Skittles and a no-nonsense look on your face.
"Oh, shit," he mumbled, reading through the recipe again.
"And that dinner better be edible, or I'm not going to suck your cock, Lieutenant."
"Yes, ma'am." He read the recipe a third time before he got the chicken out of the refrigerator. Bradley was starting to get a little nervous about Meredith, but you were certainly helping him keep his mind off of that. He got a cutting board and a knife ready along with some vegetables.
"Don't forget the salt," you whispered, holding out a green Skittle and popping it in his mouth.
"Thank you," he whispered back. And you kept offering him little hints here and there. You told him he was cutting the vegetables too small, and then you fed him a purple Skittle. You told him the oil needed to be hotter, and then you fed him a yellow one. You reminded him to keep moving the food around in the pan, and then you let him take a red Skittle from between your lips with his mouth.
"You're better at cooking than you think," you told him. "Noah won't have to keep eating boxed foods."
"That's really your goal here, isn't it?" he asked you, pushing his sweaty hair back from his forehead with his forearm.
"Of course. I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about him," you replied with a playful eye roll. "What's he supposed to eat when I'm not around?"
"Why would you not be around?" he asked cautiously. Then his mind started swarming with thoughts of Noah living with Meredith.
He watched you chew on a Skittle before you softly said, "I'll be around." Your eyes dipped down his chest to his pins and buttons. You looked so young and sweet, and you reached for the knob to turn the burner off. "Don't want it to burn."
Bradley nodded and got a plate down. He carefully scooped some of the hot food onto the plate and handed it to you for inspection. "Give me a fork, Lieutenant," you commanded, and Bradley grabbed one from the drawer while you blew on the food. "I just ordered you a rice cooker and an apron from Amazon. The rice cooker will make your life easier, and you'll look cute in an apron that says Hot Daddy."
Bradley laughed as you raised the fork to your lips. "Thank you, but baby, I don't want you spending your money on me. You haven't even graduated yet."
"Just pretend like you never paid me to watch Noah, okay? I don't like that you ever did."
"Okay," he whispered, placing one hand on either side of you where you sat on the kitchen counter. He watched you take a bite of the chicken, and you moaned softly. Then you tried some of the vegetables before you fed him a bite.
"It's so good. And I barely helped you at all."
Bradley was actually impressed that he'd made something that tasted that nice. "So I have no excuse now but to make Noah a homemade dinner? Is that what you're saying?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying," you said, smiling at him as he set the plate aside. "You know how to cook, Lieutenant. I'm so proud of you."
He leaned in and rubbed his nose against yours before kissing you. "Do you still want me to do push ups for you?"
"Kind of," you replied, kissing his mustache. "Just because it would be sexy."
Bradley did fifty push ups while you stood in front of him and counted them off, and he looked up at your legs and your denim shorts the whole time.
"Damn, Daddy," you groaned as he hopped up when he was done like it was nothing. "My boyfriend is so strong!" He didn't even have time to respond before you were unzipping his pants and slipping your hand inside.
When you knelt in front of him, he said, "You weren't kidding about sucking my cock, huh?"
"Not at all," you whispered looking up at him. Your lips were glossy again. Whatever you grabbed from your house, it must have included your lip stuff. God, he loved the way you looked. He loved the way you felt. He loved your tongue, licking the bead of his precum away as you stroked him with your hands.
"You're really fucking good at this," he moaned as you wrapped your lips around him and sucked gently. He stroked your cheek as you took him a little deeper, swirling your tongue as he throbbed. "Goddamn it." The slow, deliberate drag of your lips along his length was enough to make him buck gently.
You moaned around him before pulling him free, and then Bradley was treated to you sucking on his balls until he was panting. "Baby," he whined, his cock resting on your face. You weren't going to let him go any faster. He couldn't decide if fast or slow was what he wanted, so he left you in charge.
And he was not disappointed when you licked him from balls to tip and said, "I want you to cum on my face."
He ran his knuckles along your cheek and chin. "You're so gorgeous, Princess. I'd love to paint you up and make you even prettier."
"Daddy," you whined before taking him so deep he saw stars. You bobbed along his length, gagging as you tried to take all of him. Your hand was cupping his balls and your saliva was dripping onto the floor as you gagged again. You looked up at him with watery eyes, and this time when he stroked your cheek, he could feel himself.
"So good," Bradley growled. "God, you're the best."
You sucked and bobbed until he was sure he was going to lose his mind, and then he withdrew with a snap of his hips. He stroked himself twice, whispered, "I'm about to cum," and then he watched you flinch and giggle as ribbons of white landed on your cheeks and lips. His cum hit your nose, and then you opened your mouth for him.
"Fuck," he grunted, pumping every last bit onto your beautiful features, and then he was between your lips again as you licked him clean.
"Baby, don't move," he begged, scrambling to find his phone. "Will you let me take a picture?"
"Yes," you said with a laugh, licking him from your lips. "You can add it to your dirty photo album. Remember the passcode?"
"I sure do," he grunted, snapping a few pictures of you kneeling on his kitchen floor with his cum on your face. And then he was kneeling too and kissing you and telling you he loved you.
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You slept better in Bradley's arms than you ever did at home. He told you once you were curled up in his bed with him that he was getting nervous about the custody hearing. You tried to be encouraging. "There's no way anyone would let someone take Noah away from you. You're his only parent as far as he's concerned. He only knows love from you, Bradley."
"And you," he said softly. Warmth filled your heart as he added, "Noah knows that you love him. He lights up around you, and he's just as comfortable with you as he is with me. You're the best thing that ever happened to us."
You were supposed to be the one comforting him. But you ended up dozing off in his arms filled with hope instead. The next morning, he let you drive his Bronco "as a test" on the way to Noah's daycare. You had offered to keep Noah with you for the day instead, but Bradley insisted you spend your time finishing your school projects.
"Okay," Bradley said as you parked in the daycare lot. "I'm fine with you driving the Bronco around. Do you remember the rules about parking lots?"
"Oh my god," you mumbled. "You're really not going to get Noah out and move along with your day until I answer correctly, are you?"
"No." His face looked serious as you laughed and promised you wouldn't park next to the cart return, another car or any sort of living plant.
"That's my Princess," he crooned, running Noah inside once you'd said goodbye to him. Then you dropped Bradley off at work, but this time, you crawled across the seat to straddle his lap for a moment.
"I love you," he whispered as you combed your fingers through his hair and kissed him.
"I love you too, Daddy. I'll pick you up here at five," you promised, pressing your forehead to his. "And then I'll cuddle you all night, and you won't be worried about tomorrow at all. I can see on your face that you're thinking about Meredith. But think about Noah instead."
He wrapped his arms around you and sighed. "I'm always thinking about Noah. And you. And us." He kissed you one last time, and you let him climb out. "I love you, Princess."
You waved to him on the sidewalk, and then Jake joined him, and you waved to both of them. Then you stuck your head out the window and called out, "Can't wait to have you again later, Bradley! Oh, hi, Jake."
Then you started the engine again as your boyfriend laughed while Jake walked away. If you could at least make him laugh today, maybe that would make dealing with tomorrow a little easier. But it was hard not to think about what he and Noah might be up against. You couldn't let yourself dwell on it. Instead you drove to the grocery store with Bradley's credit card tucked inside your wallet.
You got all the staples, including your coffee creamer and everything you would need to make a big batch of ants on logs. Then you picked out some things you could teach Bradley how to make along with everything Noah liked. And you spent over two hundred dollars. Bradley had assured you that you could get whatever you thought they all needed and put it on his credit card.
You were skimming the receipt as you pushed your cart to the Bronco. "Yikes," you muttered, loading bag after bag into the back, extra careful not to bump his precious vehicle with the cart. Then you closed it up and took the cart to the return.
Just as you were digging his key out of your pocket, you looked up. You made eye contact with Meredith. She was standing there, right next to the Bronco.
"What do you want?" you asked. Your voice sounded strong, and you realized you were not even slightly intimidated by this woman when Noah wasn't with you. What could she really do to you in the middle of a parking lot at nearly ten in the morning?
She looked angry, eyeing you up and down and glancing at the Bronco. "I can't believe he lets you drive that. It's worth a fortune," she said, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder and scowling.
The car key was digging into your clenched fist, but you didn't close the distance to her. "Let me rephrase my question: What the fuck do you want, Meredith?"
"Such a filthy mouth on you. And you're spending time with my child," she said casually. "Lovely."
"Are you following me?"
She rolled her eyes, and you hated her so much. You supposed you could see how she was physically attractive, but you only felt the desire to kick her.
"I'm not following you. I'm about to go grocery shopping. This is the store I always come to. But I wouldn't mind chatting a bit. I'd be more than happy to use your potty mouth and the fact that you're sleeping with Bradley against him in court."
You laughed out loud. "Well, you'd have to actually show up first. Are you going to be there tomorrow? Or run and hide at the last minute again?"
Her scowl was back. "You have a lot of questions, huh? Well, so do I. Is all that life insurance money still in an account for Noah? Or did you spread your legs open wide enough to get Bradley to pay for your little nursing degree?"
You gasped out loud. You would never do that. You loved Noah and Bradley. And now you were afraid you'd just walked into a trap. Meredith was looking at you from ten feet away like it was a showdown. One that she intended to win, because she brought the correct ammunition when you clearly had not.
"I guess the money is still there then," she said, starting to look more satisfied. "You know he'll never commit to you, right? He was always afraid of commitment."
"Yet you're the one who abandoned her child," you said softly, but not without conviction.
She took a step closer to you, venom in her voice. "I didn't want to be held down, but things change."
"Do you even want him? Or are you just trying to get back at Bradley?" you asked, unable to stop yourself. "Because Noah deserves a family who loves him. You left them. But Bradley loves him. Bradley would do anything for him."
Her voice was like steel. "And I deserve a lot more than what I'm getting." She spun on her heel and started to charge away.
"What does that mean?!" you called after her. But she didn't stop or turn back. "Meredith!" You got nothing but the back of her blonde hair, and then she was in her BMW and driving away.
"What the hell?" you muttered to yourself, hands shaking as you put the key in the ignition and started the Bronco. You had to sit for a minute until you were calm enough to drive. Thank goodness you hadn't kept Noah with you today. Thank goodness you'd been alone. And at least Bradley didn't have to deal with this either.
Oh, he was going to be so upset when you told him later. He'd be mad you didn't interrupt him at work this instant, but you weren't going to do that. You needed to get back to his house right away and get on his computer. Carefully, you put the Bronco in drive. Apparently this thing was worth a fortune. Bradley had a nice house, and he probably paid a pretty penny for Noah's fancy daycare. He told you to spend his money on whatever you wanted at the grocery store. But there was some sort of life insurance money, too? What was going on here?
Your brain was swimming, or maybe drowning as you parked in Bradley's driveway and forced yourself to carry in the groceries and put all of the food away before you locked the front door behind you and turned his computer on. You entered his ridiculous password which you were definitely going to have to make him change, and you started your search.
Hours went by, and you subsided on only coffee. Then you checked the time on your phone. It was almost five o'clock. You were going to be late to pick them up, and now you had more questions than answers as you ran back out to the Bronco.
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Okay, Meredith. Okay. Daddy will see you in the courtroom. Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !
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*Malleus noticed that MC had been smiling more in the past few weeks, but they only displayed that bright smile when they were with Silver or if the topic was about him.*
Malleus: *listening in on MC and Silver's conversation; standing right outside their room*
Silver: I've brought some food prepared by Jamil Viper. He serves as the vice-housewarden of Scarabia, and he's truly a talented cook.
MC: That's quite a generous portion. Wouldn't it be nice to share this with everyone else?
Silver: I see. Unfortunately, Lilia intends to add something to the food according to his palate.
MC: *chuckles* Are you saying Lilia has a weird taste when it comes to food?
Silver: *smiles* Something like that.
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *walks away*
Silver: By the way, there's an upcoming event in our school.
MC: Malleus told me.
Silver: I understand it's hard for you to leave Diasomnia. Nonetheless, I'll make sure to remind Malleus to attend the event, so you both can enjoy it together.
MC: Thank you, Silver. I'll be looking forward to it.
Malleus: How are you, my love?
MC: Malleus— *noticed that he's carrying a box*
MC: What is it you're holding?
Malleus: Ah. This is a magical device. It has the ability to display events occurring beyond these walls.
Malleus: It would certainly make things easier for you, as there would be no need to step out of this room.
MC: ...
MC: But Malleus—
Malleus: I'm concerned about your well-being.
MC: ...
MC: There's an event that I would like to attend with you.
MC: I do understand that this method is more convenient.
MC: Nevertheless, I'd really cherish the chance to share this experience alongside you.
Malleus: ...
Malleus: Do you genuinely want to accompany me, and not someone else?
MC: *looks slightly confused* *but then nodded*
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *smiles* *sets the box down and sits next to them*
Malleus: ...
Malleus: I'll do everything for you.
MC: ...
MC: *lays their hand upon his* Please don't do it excessively.
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *locks the door with his magic*
MC: Huh—
Malleus: I want to hold you in my arms. With no interruptions.
MC: I understand.
Malleus: *snuggles against them*
MC: ...
MC: *starts to gently rub his back*
Malleus: *smiles in satisfaction*
Crowley: We are anticipating the arrival of guests traveling from somewhere far. Mr. Riddle, would you mind explaining further?
Riddle: I don't mind, headmage.
Riddle: These guests have requested this event for a single purpose and that is to commemorate someone from their lineage.
Idia: A commemoration?
Crowley: Yes. They provided me with a glimpse of their narrative. In times past, there existed an individual within their lineage who possessed the ability to journey through dreams, effectively possessing immortality. However, one fateful day, the body that had been safeguarded vanished without a trace.
Riddle: The attendees will primarily oversee the event, requiring only minimal assistance from our end.
Riddle: Our primary responsibility revolves around ensuring the seamless execution of the event.
Leona: *yawns* As long as we don't need to work, I guess I'm fine with that.
Vil: You never fail to show your laziness, Leona.
Azul: It's a chance for me to expand my business.
Kalim: I am excited for this event!
Crowley: Vanrouge? Will Draconia be attending? He's been busy since he got married.
Lilia: Of course. He has his spouse's approval. *chuckles*
Malleus: *smiles while caressing their cheek and gazing at their sleeping face*
Malleus: *speaks softly as to not awaken them*
Malleus: I never imagined that we would one day arrive at this beautiful moment together.
Malleus: *kissing their forehead* *wrapping them in his arms*
Malleus: My love...
Malleus: Now I will never have doubts that you are mine.
#twisted wonderland#twst mc#twst malleus#twst silver#twst lilia#twst housewardens#twst crowley#in a world of grim
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Agere Age Guide
2 years version
Hello, pumpkins! This is the second post in a thread of posts I'm making! You can find the first post here, I accidentally posted it to my alt account but the rest of the posts will be posted on this page. I also want to preface this by saying that not everything I'm saying here is going to apply to everyone and each and every person who regresses or dreams will follow these traits and stuff!
Okay, now to the post!
Traits and Behaviors!
☠︎︎This is about the time that babies start to get up and play around, small jumps, walking, bouncing and maybe even some small sprints
☠︎︎Babies this age are starting to like playing with other babies and parallel play could be really fun at this age, they may have trouble sharing though so make sure to have enough eye grabbing toys for all the babies
☠︎︎This is also the age where babies may start to throw more tantrums and have bigger feeling, they naturally want to test the boundaries at this age and they don't like being told no. They're also going to be a bit more bossy and want their way.
☠︎︎Since this is the time they're starting to have bigger mood swings and test the boundaries, that may result in having big reactions which may be aggressive, they may hit, yell, throw tantrums or even hurt themselves to try and cope with their big emotions
☠︎︎They may mostly use hand gestures but they're starting to babble a lot more and mimic language
Activities to do With Your Baby
☠︎︎This is a great age to play a lot of simple puzzle games and games to practice motor skills, patty cake is a great game to play with your baby and so is playing with toys like stacking blocks and ring-stack toys
☠︎︎Pretend play, these babies are growing up fast! They want to be just like cg. Playing dolls and stuffed animals, putting them to bed and feeding them is a great way to spend time with your baby
☠︎︎This is a great time for parallel play, though babies won't always feel interested or know how to play together, they still love to interact with each other and play together to some degree and parallel play is a great fun for babies this age
☠︎︎New textures and sounds are extremely interesting to babies in their two's! Playing with new textures like sand, slime, dirt and more can be super fun for these babies!
Foods and Recipes
These tinies are starting their food journey, they're starting to upgrade from baby foods and apple sauce to solid fruits and hard cereals!
This is one of those things that's very individualized to each regressor! I can tell you what this age range usually likes to snack on but you should ask your tiny what they like either way.
☠︎︎String cheese and yogurts
☠︎︎Cut up fresh fruits
☠︎︎Dry cereals like honey nut Cheerios and fruit loops
☠︎︎Oatmeal
☠︎︎Eggs and tasty proteins
Babies in their two's are starting their palate expanding journey, usually it's best to stay away from super strong flavors and stick to mild and bland flavors. Younger taste buds are much stronger than adult taste buds so when your regressor was a bio baby, they most-likely had blander foods so giving them some mild and bland snacks can be a comforting factor t their baby space
Shows and Movies
Again, this is one of those things that are super individualized to each and every baby! So still be sure to ask your baby what they like to watch either way! Some shows and movies two-year-olds like to watch are
☠︎︎Doc Mc Stuffins
☠︎︎Bluey
☠︎︎Storybots
☠︎︎Bubble Guppies
☠︎︎Octonauts
☠︎︎Peppa pig
☠︎︎Pete the cat
☠︎︎Mickey mouse
☠︎︎Disney movies are super great for babies this age two, the vibrant colors and animated voices are sure to keep their attention. Though with some discourse involving Disney has come up, I know a lot of people have stopped using Disney plus. You can still find some amazing shows and mov.ies on places like Netflix, Pbs kids, nickelodeon, and more!
Potty Time for the Terrible Twos
Generally, kiddos are using the potty on their own anywhere from 1.5 - 3 years old but that doesn't mean that kiddos older or younger may deviate from that. There's good info Here about how to properly diaper someone and what products to use
This is also a great video on how to diaper yourself if you're a baby who does their own diapy changes.
Know Your Baby
You're going to want to know and talk to your regressor before they regress with you! The only way you'll be happy with each other is talking about boundaries and the best way to cat or to each other's needs beforehand. Having the awkward conversations are hard but necessary
I hope this helped! Like I said before, not all these things will apply to all regressors in the 2 year range. If you have any questions, go ahead and feel free to drop a comment or shoot me a message
#age regression community#sfw littlespace#sfw age regressor#agere little#sfw smolspace#sfw agere#sfw age regression#caregiver#agere sfw#age regression sfw#agere guide
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Well since my request was rejected, could I alter it a bit ^^? Aged up Jamil, Duece Jade and Azul at theyre honeymoon 🥰? Where would they take their wife and maybe bit of theure reaction that theyre finally married ? ( im telling this as a joke but: TECHNICLY they alredy had 2 birthdays XD making them duece 18 and rest 19 )
Azul Ashengrotto:
He will definitely be working part of the time. A little frustrating to have to constantly pull your husband away from his work but he at least brought you to a place he knew you were excited to be. He’s the type to plan out the event beforehand so he has a list of things that you can do, with him and alone, so that you're never left wanting. He does at least turn off his devices the last day you're there and gives you his total attention, admitting that since you were so patient with him he was at your complete mercy.
Deuce Spade:
Deuce is just fine having you choose the honeymoon location, though when he thinks of honeymoons he does imagine tropical places where it’s warm and sandy. He’s content as long as there’s some nice views along the way and you two can go on long magical wheel rides together, maybe even off to some romantic destination for a picnic he could set up. As long as you’re together Deuce knows it’ll be a nice relaxing vacation but he does dote over you despite you also telling him to relax, promising that there’ll be plenty of time to be his perfect little househusband self once you were home.
Jade Leech:
Jade is quite easy to please with your honeymoon, just take him somewhere solitary up in the mountains where the flora and fauna were wildly varied. It would be like having a daily adventure, exploring the trails together, danger potentially lurking around every corner. He does make a joke about you being able to take him out of the picture to inherit some Leech family money and he’s delighted to hear that people on the surface call it “swimmin’ with the fishes”. You do always manage to have fun with Jade as he has a natural penchant for sniffing out opportunities, but you do make a stand on eating the mushroom gruel that he kept trying to serve you for dinner.
Jamil Viper:
Jamil is so, so grateful for the break. You had even let him pick the destination since it was such a rarity for him to get away, and it took him some time to settle on where he wanted to go. He selected an area with rare delicacies and a lot of good food; he had wanted to expand his palate for some time and he now had ample opportunity. You loved listening to him give his opinions over all the meals you were trying, and especially loved the way he collected spices like they were limited edition perfumes, carefully setting them in his bag to bring back home. You looked forward to the yummy meals he would make when you were home, but for now, you had to focus on the busy itinerary set by your voracious husband.
#Disney TWST#Disney Twisted Wonderland#TWST#Twisted Wonderland#TWST x Reader#Twisted Wonderland x Reader#TWST Imagines#Twisted Wonderland Imagines#Azul Ashengrotto#Deuce Spade#Jamil Viper#Jade Leech#Azul Ashengrotto x Reader#Deuce Spade x Reader#Jade Leech x Reader#Jamil Viper x Reader
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what do you think the chains favorite breakfast foods are (if they eat breakfast)
I WAS HALFWAY THROUGH ANSWERING THIS AND MY PHONE DIED AND DELETED EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN, DEATH AND SORROW AND DESPAIR.
Okay I'm good now.
ANYWAYS, I split you ask into two sections: first, their favorite food ever if they can get their hands on it, the second what they like to eat on the road. And then a final unhinged rant at the bottom about the one thing about teenage boys/young men and their food that I'll never understand: Bacon.
Legend--I have a feeling that he likes sweets. Specifically, waffles with whipped cream and berries. They're a little burnt, but Ravio made them for him, so he'll pretend he doesn't notice (and grows to like them better that way). On the road, he'll go for coffee/tea (he's not picky) if one of the others make it, or nothing at all.
Hyrule--does he have a favorite breakfast food? Food isn't very stable where he comes from--Legend and Wild would spoil him so much in regard of expanding his palate. But I imagine that something like a fried mixture of beef/sausage, vegetables, and a starch (perhaps an even poorer version of an already poor person food Shepherd's Pie, perhaps? it could be a breakfast food) would be a sort of filling, tasty, and easy to procure/make/preserve food that he'd like. On that note, I would say something simple, easy to get and preserve, and hardy would be his go to breakfast on the road--maybe meat jerky.
Wild--Also a sweets person. Fruit cake, cinnamon rolls, frosted cupcakes, basically all the little delicacies he could get at a dumb party 100 years ago, he ain't picky, it's for breakfast and it's fueling a day long sugar high. On the road he, unlike the other Links, can be pretty creative with his breakfasts, and he likes his spice as well. So, I think he'd like Meaty rice balls.
Four--direct this question to someone else please. He has four voices in his head fighting to answer right now, and none of them agree. I surely dont know if he doesn't.
Time--Pancakes and farm-fresh scrambled eggs and toast with jam. Malon makes it for him. What can I say. On the road he is a habitual coffee drinker, he wouldn't be functioning in the mornings without it. But he'll also take a poached egg if he has the time (heh).
Warrior--unlike Time who is a habitual coffee drinker, he is a coffee connoisseur. He likes the breakfasts they serve at the castle--a lot of meats and fruits, expensive, and on top of it all, well plated. Not to say that he can't eat simply--he was in a war, mind you--just that he prefers not to. On the road, he strikes me as the kind that would drink those tasteless quick oats (y'know you just add water, shake and go?) and also be very vocal about much time (heh) it's saving him (being none). I don't know what the Hyrule equivalent of those are.
Twilight--our favorite country boy. I think he likes a true southern breakfast. Ham and pan-fried potatoes and eggs over-easy, with a side of cheesy grits and sausage biscuits and gravy like Uli used to make for him (I HC this man has a black hole of a stomach, out of all the Links). On the road he'll inhale a boiled egg or two (salted and peppered if he's feeling fancy) that Wild made for him. I also head canon that Twilight likes tea with an intensity. And not only sweet tea, but like, ALL of the teas. He gets obsessive. I literally have in my detail/subplot tracking documents for BDOR the following entry underneath chapter 8--Tea: "Twilight’s cure to Wild’s voice is tea. His cure to life’s woes is tea."
Wind--whatever his grandma is making, probably with seafood involved. I've had a crab-spinach-egg casserole for breakfast before, it was good, so I'll give him that. On the road, I can see him packing a lot of bread and some meat (dried fish if he can get it).
Sky--This guy honestly has me stumped. Do those on Skyloft eat Loftwing eggs, or are they considered taboo? They have a lot of pumpkins around--do they incorporate them into their meals?@needfantasticstories you know a lot of Skyward Sword lore, bequeath me your wisdom. Anyways on the road he's a meat and bread person like Wind. Practical.
Now, for my rant about young men and their food quirks:
Bacon. Bacon, as I have witnessed, drives the most reasonable of men insane.
I just a few things to say about this. I have younger brothers, and I born witness to many male sleepover parties. I--as the resident nasty fe-male XD--have been (forced) to cook for them in the mornings. Set a pile of bacon in front of them (or really any meat, but I have found that bacon has the strongest affect) and they turn into WOLVES. They start to crowd around and stare as soon as they begin to smell it (which hey, give me space in the kitchen, please!), snatch it up before the grease even cools, and then retreat into their separate corners of the living room/kitchen and scarf it down, all while avoiding eye contact and projecting just how much they don't care about the bacon they're eating (perhaps so one of the others don't take notice and try to steal it). There's an odd little ritual/rules to the thing, too: for example, it's frowned upon to take more than three or four pieces at a time, there has to be enough for everyone, obviously; but if you finish a second and third serving before some poor sod stumbles in and gets himself a piece--why that is acceptable, even encouraged. But at all times, you could feel them watching each other, judging whether each person had taken acceptable amounts. 6 at once, I have determined, is veritably considered too much, as I have watched an entire group of mid-late teenage boys chase another through the house and outside for this crime of greed. Another thing was the presence of literally any other edible food. If there was anything else--eggs, fruit, even something like a few slices of unbuttered toast or coffee or juice sitting out, this reaction was largely tempered--even if none of the boys took the other foods, they would take a meager one or two pieces of bacon and be satisfied, perhaps reassured that other food was present and their hope of a filling breakfast was not in vain. Most, at that point they would restrain themselves from eating anything (other than their bacon tax) and wait so that everyone could eat together. But the mad scramble that occurs when there is bacon and only bacon in the kitchen (even if other things are cooking, nearly done, and visible to them) is otherworldly.
I never saw it with anything else, not eggs, not fruit, not even sausage or any other breakfast food. And it must be noted that I was exempt from their little ritual of judgement--perhaps as the only woman, or perhaps as the cook, I was allowed to take as much bacon as I liked from the pile, once the initial wave had attacked and retreated with their bounty (and the strips of bacon had cooled enough that mortal human hands such as my own could pick them up). And while they behaved like beasts, I was always very politely thanked for making breakfast once it was over and the frenzy had abated.
Anyways, your ask got me thinking about Malon making a pile of bacon for the boys, activating the beforehand undiscovered "PANIC! BACON!" mode in their brains, and just being utterly confused as they turn into animals. Just the boys descend, and then a few shouts of "Thanks, Malon!" drift in on the wind as they scatter like racoons with treasure, leaving an empty plate spinning behind them.
#linked universe#lu#linkeduniverse#lu wild#lu twilight#lu legend#lu time#lu sky#lu wind#lu warrior#lu warriors#wild linked universe#twilight linked universe#legend linked universe#time linked universe#sky linked universe#wind linked universe#warriors linked universe#i almost forgot a boy!#lu four#four linked universe#cheetoanswers
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Chuuya and Dazai’s Dinner | Dazai & Chuuya
522 words | CW: None
AN: This is my first time writing Chuuya and Dazai. Hope it’s okay… Plus I’ve been in a writing funk so look out for more little short drabbles coming soon.
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“There are dozens of other options at this place; it’s full of new things to try each time we come here, and you always choose the steak; what is wrong with you…? Actually, don’t answer that; I already know what’s wrong with you. There’s nothing in there.” Dazai reaches over and knocks on Chuuya’s head several times; Chuuya glares in response, not wanting to be the one causing a scene for once.
Chuuya scoffed, his blue eyes narrowing as he glared back at Dazai. “Well, excuse me for knowing what I like. At least I’m not going around ordering the most expensive and weirdest thing on the menu just to show off.” Chuuya retorted, gesturing dismissively at the weird abomination that Dazai was looking at.
“I like to do that because it’s your money.” Dazai smiles innocently, a look that does not fit the cunning man sitting across from Chuuya.
“Oh YOU LIT-” Dazai covers Chuuya’s mouth partially because they are in a restaurant and the other half because he knew it would piss Chuuya off.
“Shhhh, not a word, my sweet child…” Chuuya tried to grab his arm, but Dazai pulled away faster.
“Why are you so fucking weird?! You and your fucking food!” Chuuya’s voice got louder and louder soon; people would be looking their way.
Dazai smirked and leaned back in his chair with a nonchalant shrug.
“I merely have a more… refined palate. I like to expand my horizons, to indulge in the extraordinary. You, on the other hand, are content with the mundane and familiar.” Dazai spoke in a snobby tone, embellishing his words with a fancy flourish.
“And I like knowing that my meal won’t taste like a fucking art project gone wrong,” Chuuya spat, basically yelling; at this point, people were staring.
A moment later, a waiter approached, pen and pad in hand, ready to take their order. He looked nervously between the two men, sensing the tense atmosphere. Chuuya glared at Dazai, his cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment at being approached in such a state. He gritted his teeth, jaw clenching as he tried to hold back his retort. It was clear that Dazai’s smug grin and patronizing tone had gotten under his skin, igniting a spark of irritation that threatened to flare into a full-blown argument.
Chuuya turned to the waiter.
“I’ll have the… this…” He pointed to some fancy seafood pasta that he truly wasn’t that interested in.
The waiter jotted it down before turning to Dazai, awaiting his order.
Dazai, never one to miss an opportunity to get under Chuuya’s skin, leaned forward and said with a shit-eating grin, “I’ll have the steak.”
Chuuya’s eyes flashed with barely contained fury; his hands clenched into fists on top of the white linen tablecloth. It was clear that Dazai’s words had pushed him to the brink of losing his temper and having a full-out fight with him in the middle of this lovely restaurant. The muscles in his jaw twitched as he struggled to maintain his composure.
The waiter quickly scurried away, sensing the violent atmosphere and eager to put some distance between himself and the brewing confrontation. He had a feeling things would blow up soon…
#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#bsd#bsd dazai#bsd chuuya#chuuya nakahara#dazai osamu#bungou stray dogs dazai#bungou stray dogs chuuya#dazai#chuuya
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aaah hey could i request for a blurb with barzy in singapore? im from there and i cant wait to see what you’ll come up with hehe i love your writing so much :-) have a great summer!!
tysm for your request! always love seeing you in my notifications <3 hope I did well!!
this is the end of the world trip! thank you to everyone who requested and everyone who followed along! here is the masterlist of the world trip for your convenience :)
disclaimer: I don't know much about the country so I've looked a few things up on google and obviously used google translate (lang. used: malay). please please lmk if anything is wrong (translations or anything relating to the culture). I'm always open to learn and already did a bunch from my quick google search haha I've been on a few websites that shared traditional foods and now I need to go asap and taste everything!! EDIT: one very kind anon reached out and gave me a little history lesson/clarification so here is what they had to say!! ty anon!!
📍singapore with mat barzal
"Oh my god, it smells amazing in here," your boyfriend Mat exclaimed when you entered the small restaurant.
"I know," you answered, your face lighting up at the familiar scent. "It's my favorite place ever."
The hostess, a close friend of your grandmother, light up when she saw you walk in. "(Y/n)! ia telah begitu lama. Tengok awak. Awak sangat cantik." (It's been so long. Look at you. You're so beautiful.)
You smiled, catching up with her quickly and finally introducing your boyfriend to her.
"Selamat berkenalan," (It’s nice to meet you.) he said, his pronunciation a lot better then when you practiced with him on the plane ride.
When you were finally seated, your favorite table of course, and immediately started looking through the menu. Almost two days ago you and Mat had made it to your home country, Singapore. After a year of dating, you were ready for him to meet your family back home and show him where you spend most of your childhood. Mat was very excited for you to show him everything and was a very good sport when eating all of the cultural foods he was not used to. He loved exploring and expanding his food palate.
"You've already had the chili crab, but this place does it better than anywhere else, so you can have that again if you want." You translated the menu for him, but he wanted something with rice or noodles. "Then I'd do the char kway teow. It's pretty traditional stir fry based dish. I think you'd like it."
"Ok, I might take that then." He looked around more, still deciding on what he's in the mood for.
A server, also someone you knew, then came over to take your orders. You gave her yours, then looked at Mat, unsure if he had made his final decision. "You ready?"
He nodded, then looked at the server. "Saya tolong minta char kway teow." (I will have the char kway teow, please.) Your mouth dropped in shock. How did he just say this sentence, pronouncing the words almost perfectly? The server nodded, then left towards the kitchen.
"What?" He grinned.
"How did you know how to say that?" You were still shocked, but a smile crept over your lips. You had taught him a few words here and there, but not how to say whole sentences.
"Oh, I didn't tell you?," he asked innocently. "I've been taking duolingo lessons since we've planned this trip." That was almost three months ago. Tears coated your eyes when you realized what that meant.
"Mat." He smiled, taking your hand in his.
"I just thought I could impress your family a bit. And you, by the looks of it." You broke out in a small, emotional laugh.
"I want to squeeze the crap out of you right now. And kiss." He laughed and kissed the palm of your hand.
"We can do that later. How about you let me have my last meal first?"
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Mom alastor day two: cravings
Word count: 400
TWs: none
Authors note: really enjoyed writing this one! I feel like Alastor distaste’s sweet stuff with a burning passion so writing him actually enjoying it was interesting!
Story under cut!
Alastor wasn’t one to expand his palate when it came to food. He only stuck to things he actually enjoyed and knew wouldn’t cause sensory discomfort.
At least until he ended up pregnant that is.
Now well into his second trimester, he found himself craving odd things such as ice cream and any other sweets he could get his hands onto. It was awkward to say the least, usually he avoided sugary things with a burning passion, just the mere thought of eating it usually made his stomach roll.
But- this pregnancy seemed to be full of surprises.
At the moment he sat at his desk, having just finished off his daily midday broadcast to the fellow sinners, something he insisted on doing during his pregnancy. Trying to keep some sense of normalcy during this time.
Hearing the small skittering noises coming from the vent above, he took off his glasses, neatly setting them down.
“Nifty my dear, you can come out-“ He spoke, knowing it was the little maid.
As if on cue, the tiny demon popped out of the vent, landing skillfully on Alastor’s desk. Clutching a pint of ice cream and a spoon.
Beside Rosie, she was the only one who truly knew of his pregnancy at the moment.
She sat perched on his desk, eyeing his bump with her one eye. Holding out the vanilla ice cream and spoon.
“Charlie got it!” She giggled, kicking her tiny legs as Alastor took the treat.
“Ah wonderful-“ he hummed, “thank you very much dear-“ he hummed, watching her scurry back into the vent and disappear.
After he was certain he was alone, he popped open the lid, giving a tentative sniff to the frozen treat. It didn’t smell overpowering by any means.
Taking a tentative bite, his nose crinkled at how cold it was.
“Ah-“ he huffed, settling back in his chair as he took another bite.
Humming out in thought, he gave a tentative smile. It was actually quite delicious.
After a few minutes, he had finally stopped eating. Popping the lid back on the container and setting the spoon to the side.
He had a small fridge in his room now, something to just keep incase cravings like this occurred, it was much easier to access and manage then going down the stairs which were becoming difficult with the way his belly seemed to be growing every day (or at least that’s what it felt like).
Sitting back, he let out a sigh. For now the cravings seemed satisfied, to which he was grateful for.
Feeling a small kick from the baby, he raised a brow. Gingerly placing a hand on his swollen middle.
“Did you enjoy your treat?” He spoke, earning another small kick in return.
“I’ll take that as a yes-“ he chuckled.
Settling back, he closed his eyes for a moment. Content to feel the baby kick beneath his palm as he dozed at his desk.
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